Page 173 of Heresy

Gabe laughs. “Don’t tell me Scott has taken up knitting in his free time. Why would he be associating with a textiles company?”

Tanner mutters under his breath. “Another thing we don’t know.”

Gabe looks around, obviously frustrated. “You would think for as much as we’re paying for these suites, they would have a bar in them.”

I hike a thumb over my shoulder toward the entry foyer. “There’s a complimentary basket of strawberries and champagne over there.”

His expression twists with disgust.

I’m still in shock because all of them have missed the bigger picture.

Standing from my chair, I walk over to Taylor and snatch the computer from his hold. “Where’s the manifest? Are you sure it wasn’t Tuesday morning?”

He snatches it back and snaps at me. “Never touch my computer.”

Taylor’s practically squaring up over me touching his precious computer.

By the looks of him, you would think he was talking about his woman, and I just got done letting her suck my dick.

He seriously has an issue when it comes to technology.

“Just pull up the damn manifest, and show it to me.”

More tapping then he turns the screen so I can see it while keeping a protective hand on the computer itself.

I roll my eyes, and I lean down to confirm what he said.

“Son of a bitch,” I spit out.

Gabe’s smooth voice rolls through the room. “What’s so significant about Monday morning?”

Sinking to sit on the floor, I feel fucking defeated.

“Shane,” Tanner presses. “What is it?”

How is everybody missing this?

Dropping my head in my hands, I rub at my temples. This clusterfuck of a situation is more of a headache than it needs to be.

“Shane!”

I glare up at Tanner.

“There’s something else we don’t know.”

“And that is?”

“If Scott was here on Monday morning, then who was up north Monday night to vandalize all our houses? More importantly, who loosened the lug nuts on my car knowing damn well it could kill me?”

Everybody goes still.

Leave it to Sawyer to so eloquently blurt out what everybody is thinking.

“Well … shit,” he laughs. “With as many choices as there are for that, someone should make a list.”

Brinley

I didn’t want to believe my father at first.

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